Ravensblood Forest my eye on you

ain’t a queen, she shot back, her tone sharp as broken glass. don’t need no crown ta keep a bastard like you in check. her head tilted, eyes locking onto his with a fierce, unwavering challenge.

an’ careful yerself, old man, she continued, stepping into his space instead of retreating. ye talk like ye know me, but lemme tell ya—ye don’t. her tail flicked once, dismissive, but her stance remained firm.

so go on, puff up all ye like, but don’t think fer a second ye can play games with me. i ain’t no queen, but i sure as hell ain’t no fool either. she leaned in closer, her voice dropping into a low, threatening murmur. go on, keep pressin'. what 'ye want from me?